And what, incidentally, do you think integrity is? The ability not to pick a watch out of your neighbor’s pocket? No, it’s not as easy as that. If that were all, I’d say that ninety-five percent of humanity were honest, upright men. Only, as you can see, they aren’t. Integrity is the ability to stand by an idea.
Category: Ayn Rand
Ayn Rand (/ˈaɪn ˈrænd/; born Alisa Zinov'yevna Rosenbaum; February 2 [O.S. January 20] 1905 – March 6, 1982) was a Russian-American novelist, philosopher, playwright, and screenwriter.
He loved the wheel of a car as he loved his desk in the office of the Banner: both gave him the same sense of a dangerous monster let loose under the expert direction of his fingers.
Wasn’t it evil to wish without moving or to move without aim?
A thing is not high if one can reach it; it is not great if one can reason about it; it is not deep if one can see its bottom.
One did not stress total ignorance of a subject if one were in total ignorance of it.
There was a time when you wouldn’t have admitted that there was anything you couldn’t get.
We are all brothers under the skin-and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.
“It must have been spring,” said Toohey. “It usually is. There’s always a dark movie theater, and two people lost to the world, their hands clasped together-but hands do perspire when held too long, don’t they? Still, it’s beautiful to be in love. The sweetest story ever told-and the tritest. Don’t turn away like that, Catherine. We must never allow ourselves to lose our sense of humor.”